The Nice Guy (Book 1)

Chapter 7

Pete sat quietly, sniffling occasionally. He wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. He couldn't believe he cried like a baby, like a little boy! Sighing, he shifted against the rapidly cooling cement wall. 

Ae, who hadn't taken his eyes off of Pete, asked gently, "Are you cold? Here, let's go sit in the locker room. The guards are used to locking me in here and will call when they're here." He gently tugged Pete to stand up. 

Pete followed Ae without saying anything. The locker room was just a short distance from the main gate, a tunnel led to the room underneath the stands. Ae opened the door and motioned for Pete to enter. Pete slowly entered taking in the neat rows of jerseys hanging on hooks and the undisputable smells of sweat and air fresheners. 

Ae pulled down his jersey and handed it to Pete. "Here, put this on. You'll feel warmer." Pete slipped the jersey on and Ae was surprised at how slender he was. The jersey hung on his frame, the shoulders slipped off and accented his thin waist. 

Pete finally laughed, "'I look like a kid, playing dress up!"

Ae thought he looked hot. "Mmm, I'm not so sure. I think you're sexy." He walked up to Pete and tugged the shoulder back into place and trailed the finger across Pete's prominent collar bone.

Pete dropped his eyes. He was not sexy. Boys were not sexy. He didn't understand what was happening here. Trump and Tin were right. Everything always came back to money. 

Ae was getting mad now. He had warned Pete over and over about his temper. Didn't Pete understand? "Pete, I'm getting mad. Talk to me, don't shut me out." He growled. 

Pete snapped his eyes up to meet Ae's. This was different than how Trump treated him. Trump always whined and cajoled him. Pete still didn't say anything.

That was it. Ae pulled Pete in and kissed him the way he dreamed. He kissed him like he was going to devour him and let his hands roam free. He needed to know how his skin felt. Was it as soft as it looked? Was his hair silky and smooth? Wait? As he kissed, he had pressed his lower body close and he wasn't the only one excited... 

Ae couldn't help it now. The flip had been switched on. His hands had a mind of their own and before he had conscious control, he had the belt, button and zipper undone... and his hand was around Pete's little brother. 

Pete was drowning in an ocean of first time sensations. He wondered what was happening. If this was Ae mad, what was he like when he was happy? Oh my god, what was that? 

Ae was fascinated by Pete's little brother. Each time he swept his thumb across the tip, a new drop of fluid would appear and Pete's whole body shook. Pete had a glazed look in his big eyes and that made Ae forget every promise he made to himself about this night. 

Sexy. Pete was sexy. He was going to watch Pete come apart in his hands if it was his last night on earth.

He swept his thumb across the tip and looked up at Pete and Pete was watching him. Ae bent down and licked his thumb of the precious liquid. Pete moaned and shuddered. Ae grinned and licked the tip, the barest movement. 

Pete tried to push him away, and Ae pushed him against the wall. "Let me, Pete, god, let me taste all of you. You don't need to do anything, just..." words failed Ae as his hands gently stroked and played with his balls. 

"I need to do this." Ae whispered, more to himself than to Pete. "God, I want to do this." He bent his dark hair and his lips closed around Pete's little brother and took him deep. His tongue played with the base and the tip, and his hand cradled and rolled his balls all at the same time.

Pete sunk his hands in Ae's hair as his hips began to thrust. He couldn't stop the movements. His body was too far gone... "Ae, Ae... I'm going... to... to... cu....mmmmmm"

Ae never stopped the sucking, taking each thrust and urging him on as he shot his load deep into his mouth. He held his little brother in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the softening cock, as his hands settled on the softest ass ever.

Glancing up, he saw Pete had his eyes closed, still riding the high. Carefully, he tucked Pete's little brother back into his underwear and carefully pulled up his pants and put everything to right. As Pete's breathing returned to normal, Ae walked him over to a bench in the middle of the room.

He placed Pete's hand on his groin and said, "I have to take care of this. I want you to watch, but you don't have too." Never taking his eyes off of Pete, Ae took off his black dress shirt, and unsnapped his tight jeans. He stripped them off to stand naked in front of Pete.

Pete unabashedly stared at this beautiful man. He was still high on the best blow job of his life and for once, not feeling shy. He fought the urge to touch the erection that Ae had. 

Ae slowly walked closer to Pete, stopping about a foot away and spread his legs, gaining a comfortable stance. He knew it wouldn't take long. He was too horny. Pete was watching with amazement. Didn't he ever see anyone jerk off before?

Ae began to stroke himself, imagining Pete's lips and hands doing it. Soon there was a white liquid on the tip and Pete stretched out a hand and touched it. Ae jerked back from the touch. "Don't" he hissed... "Just don't... I won't, I won't have any control left, Pete." 

Ae's hand never left his hard cock. He just stroked faster, needing to come. Right now, it didn't matter where he buried his cock, in Pete's mouth or ass, but anywhere was better than his hand. Pete was so close and he was jerking off!

Pete dropped to his knees in front of Ae and pushed his hand away and closed his lips around his cock. Ae grabbed the back of his head, tightly and with two quick thrusts, came hard.

Pete coughed, sperm shooting from his mouth and decorated Ae's chest. Ae laughed, bright and loud. "Fuck, you surprised me. Pete, you didn't have to. I told you, that was for me."